It must be American

Buttermilk fried chicken with sweet potato and coleslaw at The Clerkenwell Kitchen this lunchtime. ‘It must be American, mustn’t it?’ Emma answered, rather expansively, when I asked her where the recipe came from. ‘They fry everything.’

I am only repeating what she said. No need to tweet about it, Mr Trump.

Anyway, it was delicious, except that it turns out that you can keep your sweet potatoes, Mr Trump, as far as I am concerned.